The Russian Tease...

[ShyGoddess]

She was the untouchable. She strutted her tight little ass, tiny waist, and large breasts at all the guys in the training camp. They were there for FBI training, but when she walked in the room, all they could think about was how hard their dicks were. Her name was Tatianna, and she had a soft pouty mouth that could spout Russian like that was her native tongue, but she was American as apple pie just like the rest of them. Sometimes the guys wondered if she did it on purpose, or if she pulled up her long blond hair so that her ponytail would swish with the sway of her hips. Her soft blue eyes surrounded by long souty lashes gave her an innocent look that was so seductive, that she could make a man hard just by winking at him. She was here to stay and if someone didn't lay her soon, none of the guys were going to make it through their training.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

IC: Thor - an instructor at the Academy at Quantico. Older than the average instructor, the whispered rumors are that he was undercover for years...

He is about 6', in great shape, greying at the temples, with blue eyes that cut right through you. His specialty is international terrorism....

 

[ShyGoddess]

Tatianna:

She sat in the back of the class. She wanted to make sure she had a good view of everybody. Almost the whole class was male, there were a few girls, but the rest hadn't been able to cut it. She always sat in the back. It made her less of a distraction. Thor had already yelled at her once. It wasn't her fault the boys couldn't handle themselves around her. She let her eyes roam, occasionally resting on Thor himself. She had to admit, he was definately something to look at, even if he was older. There was one guy she was keeping her eyes on though, he sat in front everyday, and he always avoided looking at her. Someday she would convince him, she was all he needed to look at, but for now, maybe the almighty Thor needed a lesson on what happened when people dealt with a Russian Tease.

 

[Maniac9538]

man in front

He groaned to himself when he saw Tatianna, she always teased everybody, but he avoided looking at her. Man he was tired today....last night was up half the night studying and trying not to think aboutTatianna

 

[Thor's Hammer]

..my eyes restlessly scan the class....another bunch of newbies..who think they know it all. What I tell them may save their lives, someday, if they happen to listen.

"What would you do if you were told that a bomb was strapped to a terrorist in the middle of a theater? Oh, by the way, you have been tailing this scumbag, and he is about three feet away. Oh, and although you are armed, there is a good chance that your high powered ammunition will go right through him and hit innocent bystanders. Do you shoot or rush him and try to subdue him?"

Blank looks as usual. "You there, in the front, what would you do?" He looks almost terrified to be singled out. "Well, I don't know. I would have to examine the alternatives," he stammers.

"BOOOOOMMMM, you and 65 people are dead, idiot" Noticing the smug look on the female trainee in the back with the boobs that all the horndogs stare at I yell, "You in the back, what do you do?"

 

[Maniac9538]

Leans back in his chair grinning he knew the answer and just loved hearing these idiots answers...one good point for him was the fact his dad was FBI and he was trained to be an Agent since he was 5.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Tatianna:

She hadn't even been paying attention to what was going on. What to do if a guy with a bomb was about to blow everyone up? She couldn't shoot him? Well fine, she would show the big ape. Tatianna got to her feet. "Would you mind if I had a little demistation? I will need a maniac though."

Thor looked like he was about to turn her down, but changed his mind. "Sure. You there!" he pointed at the young man who always sat in the front. "You get to be the maniac and we will be the innocent bystanders. Proceed." Thor took a seat towards the back of the room.

Tatianna smiled. She was about to futher her quest with this one. She turned her back and lowered the zipper on the front of her shirt, allowing her blood red bra to peek out. When she turned around to face the class she knew she had the complete attention of everyone in the room, including her maniac.

He just stared at her for a moment and then remember his role. "One more step and I blow this place."

Tatianna gave him an innocent look through her lashes. His jaw seemed to drop a little. "I wouldn't think of it. I know who is in charge here." she crossed her hands under her breasts, pushing them up and almost out of her shirt. "Don't you think we could talk about this a little? Is this really what you want to do?"

He cleared his throat before talking. "I know exactly what I want to do."

There seemed to be a double meaning there.

Thor had seen enough. "What in the holy hell do you think you are doing?!"

"Sir, I was using what god gave me to distract the suspect. In case you didn't notice, sir, he wasn't looking anywhere but my cleveage. I do have backup, don't I? A partner? They would have been able to aprehend the suspect while he was otherwise occupied."

Thor looked like he wanted to smile, but decided against it. "Take your seat, and never rely on back up or your partner. Always be prepared to do whatever it is you have to do by yourself. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Tatianna was fuming. She knew how to take care of herself, and she resented Thor making her look like an idiot. Her prey sat back down, but glanced back at her. She winked at him as she slid the zipper back up her chest.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

"It may or may not have worked," chuckled Thor to himself, "but that would be the first 'boob distraction arrest' in the history of the Bureau."

"Class dismissed, same time, same station tomorrow." Thor wandered over to the F-club....the equivalent of an officer's club on a military base. Staff and trainee agents are welcome...sort of like a WW II flying Squadron. Thor, divorced after his wife got tired of his undercover work, was usually alone. There is an aura of danger about him that made even experienced agents uncomfortable. Thor was not a man people got close to easily.

As he sipped his Pinot Grigio before dinner, his thoughts drifted back to the class...and that Agent.."what was her name...tits something?" Laughing to himself he thought, "Freud would have fun with that..she does have a great body though, its a pity that she is young."

 

[Mirage]

IC: Alyssa, Psyche Evaluator.

5'5", athletic, piercing blue eyes, long, straight black hair, 34B

Gazing through the two-way mirror at the classroom of new recruits. This is certainly one of the more interesting batch of prospects we have had in awhile, I think to myself. I half listen as the instructor goes on about what to do if a maniac with a bomb strapped to his chest threatens to blow up a theatre. With the price and quality of movies these days, who really cares?

What I'm really interested in is getting the reactions of the students, in particular Tatianna. Her effect on the psychology of the other recruits was clearly evident from the first day of boot camp. And it was easy to understand why. In a word, she was hot. Smart, fit, and extremely sexy, she used her body to her advantage to always remain in control of any situation. All the recruits had been reduced to mewling infants by just a look from her sparkling eyes. All that is, except for the young man who always sat at the front of the class...

I chewed on the end of my pencil as I watch Tatianna getting ready to demonstrate how she would deal with the bomber, and can't help but feel a flush of arousal as I watch her open her shirt more than usual..my free hand finds itself straying down to the hem of my military issue skirt...slowly raising it so that my fingertips can brush over my panty-clad pussy..."mmmmm" God, I can't wait to do her personal evaluation, I think to myself.

 

[Syd]

IC: Demi Sinclair, Special Agent
5'6", curvy with great breasts, deep hazel eyes, long thick strawberry blonde hair. Very strong and fit.

Just returning from an undercover case in Germany, it feels so good to be home. Three years is a long time to stay out of touch with family and friends. And it's a long time to be looking over my shoulder, wondering who I can and can't trust. The answer was always easy...don't trust anyone. Sometimes I found it hard to trust myself. It was all worth it, though. I was able to break a ring of espionage that would have surely put the US in great jeapordy. The funny thing is that Mr. & Mrs. Joe Public will never know about the 3 years I sacrificed for our country.

Sitting at my favorite spot at the bar, I soak in the familiar old curtains, tableclothes, pictues, smells and people. This place hasn't changed a bit...thank god!! I need familiarity. It's so nice to sit and and do nothing but enjoy the wine. No planning or scheming, no figuring out what to do next. I see Col. Pierce. That old coot! I can't believe he's still teaching. When I was a trainee here, he really took me under his wing. I lived by many of his lessons and when I taught here for the 2 years before becoming an agent, I used many of his lessons in my teaching.

Turning fully into the room, I spot him. My heart almost chokes me. He looks just the same. Fit, lean and in great shape. My eyes light up. He's a bit more gray at his temples from the last time I saw him. And, just I remember, he's alone...as usual. I wonder if he's still married. I wonder if he thinks about our last time together. I wonder what he'll do when he sees that I'm back home...

 

[Thor's Hammer]

...leaning idly on the bar..lost in my thoughts. Absent friends....I raise my glass in a silent toast..to friends that gave their all for our country. Unsung heros, who will never have statues, but who protected our freedoms.

Musing, I glance toward the door....my heart almost stops! We worked together in Germany....several years ago. She is fluent in German and we smashed an extreme terrorist group that was threatening to down US airliners. GDG-9 (the German anti-terrorist unit) worked closely with us...for almost two years.

But Demi...Demi Sinclair and I did more than work together. We had a flaming affair, the only time I betrayed my wife. Demi is the most sensuous woman I ever knew. The nine months that we were lovers were the most wonderful times I ever had. She understood that we were sacrificing our lives for something infinitely more important. Neither of us planned anything, it just happened. That night in Munich....it is forever burned into my memory.

It almost broke my heart when our job was over and I was recalled to the US. She stayed on - attahed to the US Embassy in Berlin, but undercover....since she was not blown in our operation. I almost resigned from the Bureau...but she knew....that I needed to stay..... I wonder if....no, I'm sure she has moved on.....why shouldn't she?

 

[Syd]

Demi:

I turn back to my drink and close my eyes. Time flashes back and my memory sparks. He was the one person I felt comfortable with. The others seemed so cold and methodical and boring. But he was so different from the other men; he was charming and had a great sense of humor. And those eyes! Oh those beautiful blue eyes! I always tried to give off the cold and methodical persona, partly due to the fact that men thought is was ok flirt with me. I didn't appreciate their advances, and was often offended, because, afterall, it's a boy's club. I was there to prove that I am a great agent, not a great female agent. But he got to me...

The picture of us fumbling in a practice manuever comes to mind. We had spent all day being briefed on the dynamics and personalities of a terrorist group working out of Berlin. After sitting all day, I challenged him to a bit of karate to work off the stress. It was late and dark early due to winter approaching. The gym was empty. I always enjoyed Karate...it made me feel strong and powerful, not to mention it was great for the thighs! He was to grab me at my collar and I was to use a few karate moves to escape his grasp. Neither of us were ready for the other and we clumsily fell down to the mat, he on top of me. We laughed and he held me a little longer than a normal hold, our faces just inches apart. Suddenly our laughter turned into silence. I don't know, perhaps it was the craziness of the job before us or perhaps it was because we were so far from any attachment, but the quick passion between us was evident and we kissed for a long time on that gym floor. Our first kiss of many that followed....

[Edited by Syd on 08-17-2000 at 10:17 PM]

 

[ShyGoddess]

Tatianna:

The club was the same as always. She walked in and took a spot at the bar. "I'll have a lemon drop." It was her favorite drink. She loved the lusty feeling of licking sugar off her hand and throwing back a shot of fine Russian Vodka. She saw Thor in the corner, but he was staring at some woman, almost with that adoring puppy dog with a shot of seduction. She looked futher on and smiled when she saw her prey in the corner. He wasn't looking at her, but she had a feeling he knew she was there. She was about to give him an eyeful, along with everyone else in the bar.

Her dark blue dress was long but it had a slit up both sides that showed off her legs. She popped a quater into the jukebox and played a slow, sexy, seductive song. It was perfect for her purpose. She stood in the middle of the dance floor and swayed to the music, running her hands through her hair and thrusting her hips in time with the music. She could feel eyes on her, but didn't look at anyone. She ignored everything but the music. She danced alone, but it was a sedutive dance intended only for one. She wanted her prey to come to her, not the other way around.

 

[Syd]

Demi:

The sound of the jukebox woke me from my trance...I turned to see what the occasion was. Wow! My eyes followed her movements in her blue dress. Suddenly I felt extremely underdressed in my jeans and tee. But I was sick of dressing up. I had many many occasions to wear slinky dresses and high heels. I lost the battle of trying not to be a female agent...my sex appeal came in very handy when it came down to the wire.

Is this woman a new trainee? I guess she's figured out that her sex appeal can work to her advantage. But does she really know how to use it when the situation turns dire? My wheels spin about the topic of my first workshop...

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Since I am Russian, I think I should be allowed in this thread.

Stats:
Dmitri Zelin
6' 4", black eyes, black hair, big dick, well muscled, CIA instructor, black belt in Judo, Tae Kwon Doe, Tang Soo Doe, and Jujitsu.

IC: Dima walked into the club and spotted a hot girl dancing. He walked up to her. "May I have this dance?", he asked, studying her.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

OOC: welcome Morgoth, but this is the FBI Academy...or are you a lend-lease instructor?

IC: Thor

My accursed 24x7 agent training....can't I ever be off duty. The new arrivals are slotted quickly into my memory bank..."Tits, damn I better stop that, I might commit a politically incorrect act." Thinking, "Her name is Tatianna, thats it...anyway, she is sexy...I wonder who the fly for the spider is?"

The tall one is some kind of martial arts guru. Laughing to myself, I'm reminded of that scene from an Indiana Jones movie...the one where Harrison Ford pulls his gun and shoots the big guy with the wicked sword..to think that was almost an outtake.

Standing like a statue and sipping my wine, I look, again, at Demi....and it seems like yesterday. Her passion, laughter, beauty. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, our eyes meet. We both know that each of us saw the other the minute Demi walked in the door. Motioning to the bartender for a bottle...(we even drink the same things)...my heart full of jumbled emotion, I walk slowly toward Demi....

 

[Drake]

IC: Derek West, a mercenary soldier that has been hired by the Bureau to assist in training, to provide an alternative perspective to the FBI's own instructors. He is relatively young, not bulky to look at, but lean, tough and wiry. He has a tanned complexion, with dark hair and eyes to match, and he stands just about 6' tall.

I grin to myself as I knock back my first Scotch of the night. This is like something out of a shocking movie, I think. I glance, out of the corner of my eye, at the Russian trainee, Tatianna. She certainly does have curves in all the right places, although she is blonde and I prefer brunettes. I've always found Russian accents sexy...I guess that started on that job in St. Petersburg a few years back...I'm careful to keep my eyes on my drink as I let my mind wander a little. If there's one thing that girl wants, it's attention. And I sure as hell ain't some wide eyed country boy who's going to give it to her and just let her move on. Be interesting to see, I think, whether she gets the young guy in the corner or not. Full points to him, at least he's resisted her charms better than the other jackass trainees...

I look down the bar at the gorgeous woman standing there, the one staring at Thor, who's walking towards her with a look on his face like nothing I've seen before. Now this *is* interesting. I've always liked Thor, even if he is a bit too clean cut for my taste. God knows the man could be a brilliant merc if he wasn't so caught up in preserving truth, justice and the American way. It's not that I don't like those things, just that I can...forget them, occasionally...for the right price. I take another sip of my drink and study the woman again. My God, she is striking, which starts to explain Thor's reaction to her. There must be some sort of chemistry going on there, I assume, if she can have that effect on a guy as solid as Thor.

I notice, with a start, that the two women have had more effect on me than I realised, and I readjust my position at the bar so that my crotch isn't so visible as I take another sip of my drink.

What the hell. As it seems I'm surrounded by beautiful women and I'm in an only slightly seedy bar, I'll drink. I catch the bartender's eye.
"Two doubles," I say, with a devilish grin, and lay a twenty dollar note on the bar.

 

[Syd]

I look around the room to see the effect this girl has on the room. Many are staring- some with titilation, others with shock. I notice another man sitting alone. He is dark and mysterious. I think it's so sad that these men are always alone; they keep themsleves so secluded from real passion. This man looks especially unapproachable. I don't recognize him, but his demeanor is all too familiar. He loves sex, he never looks for love and most of all, he doesn't let anyone get close to him. I know all too well it's easy to loose yourself in this game we play.

My eyes hold him a while. I feel myself getting aroused by the thought of this mysterious man all over me and then leaving me, wanting more. It's been a couple of months since I've been with a man. The last man I was with left me because he thought I was too intense. He knew nothing of what I did for a living, so I had to be creative in my excuses for my sudden trips. I was really only with him for the sex, and it wasn't even that good...

All of a sudden, I feel a string tugging at my heart. Thor is walking towards me with a bottle of wine. It's the same wine I've been drinking since our weekend in Italy. One of the alleged terrorists had gone in to Italy, so we had to follow him. The lead ended up to be nothing. We decided to take advantage of the time and stayed in the wine country for the rest of the weekend. We stayed in a lovely farm house and made love all weekend. He turned me on to pinot grigio and it's been my choice of wines ever since.

My eyes stay on his as I try to breath. Those feelings came rushing back as if it were just moments ago we were in bed together. He was such an awesome lover...so attentive and giving. He could turn me on with one touch to my breasts, one kiss to my neck. Once he touched me, I was his. And now, he here is again after so many years.

He stands toe to toe with me, looking down at me with those eyes. I brush his cheek with the back of my hand, saying, "Hello Thor, you look great! How have you been?" He pours wine into my glass, filling it...

OCC: I'm off for a long weekend and will be back to post on Tues (maybe Mon nite)... Don't go too crazy without me!

 

[ShyGoddess]

OOC: Tatianna is not Russian, she's American, She just happens to speak Russian.

Tatianna:

She turned slowly around to look at the man who had requested a dance. "Maybe later sugar." The song ended and she took her place at the bar. Her prey was still in the corner, but he wouldn't look at her. Damn. What did a girl have to do.

"What can I get ya, darlin?"

"Lemon drop." her tongue snaked out to wet the web of her hand, for the sugar of her drink. It was like a tequila shot only with sugar instead of salt.

She took the shot making sure to throw back her head and expose the spanse of her neck. Another drink appeared in front of her.

"I didn't order another."

"Guy down the bar wanted you to have it." Tatianna looked down and saw Derek West tip his glass. She had seen him around the Academy. She winked at him before doing another lusty shot. Maybe a little competition would get her prey's attention. Maybe Derek West and the other man were just what he needed to kick him in the ass.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

"And you look lovely, Demi.. I could never, ever get you out of my mind." Stepping very close, but, aware that we are in a public place -- not touching, I murmur, "Demi, you still like 'our wine'. God, the little things that reminded me of you..every day since I left."

I ache to take her in my arms....wash away the years, and hold her forever.... Her body....although conservatively dressed in jeans and a shirt, is more sensual than before. She is lush...a deep sexuality behind those eyes....and she has the ability to stir me...more than any woman I have ever known.

"I can't believe you are here, lover....what assignment have they given you? And, are you busy, or can we have dinner later?" -- "Perhaps a bit of mostacelli to go with our wine."

 

[Drake]

OOC: I know she's American, but Derek West hasn't bothered to find out enough about her to know that. He just assumes she's Russian because of the name and whatever rumours fly around.

IC:

I watch with satisfaction as the girl knocks back her shot, exposing the luscious curve of her long, slender neck. Briefly, I wonder what she would be like in bed - would she be all that her looks promise her to be? I turn the question over in my clouded mind as I sip my fourth double Scotch. Doubtful, I decide. Beautiful women are always constructed by weak men as objects of worship, they come to expect it, and are subsequently usually bad lovers. A faint smile plays across my lips as I recall one or two of the physically plainer, but far more passionate, more sensual women I've had over the years. Parts of my skin tingle at the memory, and I begin to wonder if maybe my work hasn't hardened me against enjoying some of the best things in life.

A look towards Thor and his mystery woman seems to suggest that it has. They're merely inches apart now, and I can almost see the sexual tension crackling in the air between them. The two of them have eyes and ears and senses for nobody else but themselves, reminding me of a time, long ago, when I was the same. A frown clouds my features, and I hastily polish off my drink and order another, to chase the demons of the past away.

Meanwhile...what the hell. That girl - what's her name? Tatianna? Regardless of what she may be like as a lover, she can drink with the best of them, and I can respect that. I call the bartender over with a wink, then pull him over and whisper in his ear.

 

[Maniac9538]

After he left class he went back to his room at the Bureau and showered and changed...he thought about going to the club but decided against it and went down to the gym wearing shorts. Started attacking the punching bag with jabs, uppercuts and overhand punches. then does a spin kick to where his opponents jaw would be. cracks his neck as he dances on the balls of his feet sweat dripping down his well muscled chest. AS he works out listening to 'the way I am' by Eminem his anger flowing free, memories of his dad smacking him around when he got less than an A+ on his grades, his schoolmates mocking him, his mother blowing her brains out in front of him when he was 4. Roars in anger and slams his fist into the punching bag, snapping one of the chains holding the punching bag up as he drops to his knees panting for breath.

 

[ShyGoddess]

Tatianna:

She got up and approached the man who was trying to get her drunk. "If you buy me anymore drinks, I might think you like me." She gave him a very innocent, very seductive look.

"You're American."

Tatianna couldn't help but laugh. "Ahhh...so you believe everything you hear." she smiled at him.

"Maybe. Have a seat and I'll buy you another drink."

Tatianna shook her head. "I have a better idea. I'll drink you shot for shot. The first to call it quits pays. Deal?" he looked at her for a moment and she watched as a slow smile spread across his mouth.

"You're on."

Tatianna looked at the bartender. "Two lemon drops, and keep them coming."

 

[Maniac9538]

After finishing up in the gym goes and showers, thinks ta hell with it and walks into the club and heads for the bar when he heard Tatianna order two lemon drops...he knew this drink and damn he loved 'em. When the bartender was finished he ordered a lemon drop as well as a boiler maker...when the 'tender gave him a strange look he grinned. 'Mug of beer with a shot of everclear and a shot of vodka in it.'

 

[Snowblind]

I sat in the far corner of the bar. I watched all of these incompetent FBI...fools make idiots of themselves. I shook my head and tipped my bottle of Bud up, taking a long gulp before placing it back on the table. I was a hundred times better than ANY of them, and I was most willing to prove it. Especially after a few beers. I didn't like them. But, hey, it was a break from my normal job. I was quite the skilled operator, being a specialist in CQB, neural overriding engagement, and electronics.

I felt strange, though. I was out of my element. Almost like I was transformed into a different animal...one that lived in the ocean.

That dancing woman will be their downfall. Any woman with a pair of tits can get their attention. I saw that today. I shouldn't have. But I did...and it's a pity, too. A few of them look like they had the potential to be excellent operators.


Now, I love women. But ever since my ex wife couldn't handle me leaving for months at a time, and not being able to tell her where I was or her inability to control her sex drive, my attitude did sour a little towards them. I took another sip of beer.

Still, there are a few here I'd like to get with.

[Edited by Snowblind on 08-18-2000 at 08:30 PM]